After a death
Don’t blame the night for darkness or the rattling bones; it’s not from dusk your blood is shed not from shadows that your ache is born. this blackness didn’t cause […]
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Thinking of acorns
I try to hold on to the acorn without thinking how gravity pulls it from tree and how it falls into soil, how it hopes to spur roots, to be […]
Leather on lace
Gently you claimed me with fire on skin, to fingertips brushing, to sandalwood songs; you guided me slowly to sunrise and sins. Who could you blame if loving is wrong? […]
Swedish Carnival
No parade for us, no flesh of thighs exposed, (it’s way too cold) no dancing in the street (we’re not so bold) no saints or idols on display (we rather […]
When building a cabin
It is never the spike but the hammers that cause the damage from strikes; while breaking the laws and resilience of timber to build you a cabin burning warm in […]
